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Luna Lovegood and the Dungbomb Murder
Harry led Hermione out of the room and Luna could hear him explaining what had happened to Ginny who had followed them. Luna dug out a handkerchief stashed away in the pocket of her dress and dialled 999 on the phone on Sirius' desk, careful not to disturb anything. However, the line was dead. A crash out of the window confirmed the reason: a flash of lightning had hit the telephone pole. "Harry, the phone's out. We will have to wait for the storm to pass and then one of us will have to head to the mainland," she said as she joined them in the entrance hall. She looked to each of her companions, one of them had to be the killer. It was unlikely that it was an outsider considering that she came on the only boat of the day and from what she could see, Sirius had been dead for an hour at most.
"But who do we send? We send the wrong person— the killer— they get away for good before the police can stop them," Harry said. Ginny sobbed quietly, grasping a small lace handkerchief and Harry placed her arm around him.
"Well, I suppose we will have to find out who did it then," Luna said. She opened up her notebook— she had always fancied herself a detective— that was what a journalist was, after all, a seeker of the truth. "First, I suppose I will need to look at the crime scene ," she said, tapping her pen on the notepad. 'Crime scene, alibis and then go from there,' she thought.
Submission for @iwsc Luna Lovegood tries her hand at being a detective even though the truth may end up hurting her friends.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13515116/1/Luna-Lovegood-and-the-Dungbomb-Murder
Drabble for the lovely Celine T - xxcelientje - Happy Birthday! Written for the @dramionefanfictionwriters Birthday Drabbles! Also the @iwsc writing school challenge!
Time to be Brave
"He doesn't want someone like me for you, nor do you," she said. "You may say that you want me now, but we were on opposite sides of the war; my friends will have a fit if they found out. Wouldn't it be better to find someone… someone normal, someone where it is simple and easy?"
He stood and his powerful, slender legs carried him the short distance to her side of the table where he leaned over her. His lips close to hers. "Do not tell me who I want, who I want to spend my life with," he urged. The distance closed and all worries about being discovered lay forgotten in his kiss.
"I don't want normal and easy and simple. I want painful, difficult, devastating, life-changing, extraordinary love," he murmured. Grey eyes met brown and they stared at each other in silence for what seemed like an eternity. "Where is the Gryffindor in you, the Hermione Granger I know wouldn't let anyone tell her what she wanted, who she could date."
"I still feel, in no disrespect, Professor… that I can, we can protect him better ourselves. He gets so ill around the full moon. He needs us," Hope insisted. Surely only his parents would do when he was feeling so poorly. "But will Remus be truly happy?" Dumbledore asked. "I can assure you, we have taken every precaution for him, to keep him safe, happy and healthy. You have nothing to worry about, though I know you will, I have been told that it is part of being a parent." Hope knew that this was true. She knew that her son was lonely, that in their haste to protect him, to keep their boy safe and healthy, that he had no friends. Maybe this would be an opportunity for him to finally have some?
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13484049/1/A-Mother-s-Apprehension
Happy New(t) year! Hope everyone has a great 2020!
Moodboard of @violamoonfanfic AU where Hermione is a Pureblood.
A new graphic for my fic, The Indigo Choice. Thanks to @aesthetics-for-harry-potter for making it for me!
STRICTLY DRAMIONE PRESENTS...
Christmas Fest 2019
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Christmas Darlings
He swerved around a gaggle of young children who were sprinkling magical snow over the dancefloor and saw her by the head table. Draco felt his heart skip a beat and a soft smile crept its way onto his face. She was humming some festive number with her wand in the air, levitating a large banner into place above the head table. ‘Decorum, Draco.’ he thought to himself and pulled back the smile — he had an image to maintain.
The banner was elegant yet festive, a dark green background with gold writing which read: ‘Narcissa’s Darlings Charity Christmas Eve Ball’.
“The banner looks great, Granger,” Draco said, pulling up beside her. He looked at the banner and for just a moment, let his emotions slip. “She would have loved this.” His voice quivered in a moment of unexpected guilt. A gentle hand touched his and he gripped it for a moment before he allowed his cool composure to return.
https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Strictly_Dramione_Christmas_Fest_2019/works/21887560
New Fanfic on its way!
Later today a Fanfic of mine is being released as part of a Christmas fest with the Strictly Dramione community. I am looking forward to the reveal 😊
The Son of Ra
The Son of Ra will reign true over the Great Kingdoms of Kemet and Deshret. He will have powers the Son of Anubis does not. Life, Prosperity and Health. DemiGodAU set in Ancient Egypt.
The Pharaoh Wadjmose had been reigning the great kingdoms of Kemet—the black land—and Deshret—the red land—for longer than anyone in the Kingdoms could remember. He was the Son of Anubis, the god of the afterlife and a Heka, a priest—a magical being descended from the gods.
As a member of the priesthood, he was uniquely blessed to rule over the country—that is what the populous thought. The Pharaoh was good at instilling fear in his subjects and forcing them to do his will, but running a kingdom required more than that.
Burnt gold skin—that was the sign that you were a child of the gods. It manifested around eleven years of age, and when it happened, the child was sent to the Temple of Heka to be trained, no exceptions. Once their training was complete, they often went to manage the temples of their godly parent or to teach at the temple. Some were chosen to attend to the Pharaoh—these were not chosen lightly. They had to share the Pharaoh's ideology that they deserved to rule, that they were better than non-Hekas, that they alone could rule the great kingdoms of Kemet and Deshret.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13380473/1/The-Son-of-Ra
The Feline Beauty and The Beast's Allergies
Hermione learns to become an Animagus for Remus but then something happens which throws a spanner in the works! HGRL - One-shot from Splitting the Hourglass.
Another loud sneeze came, and this time, Hermione caught who it was. Remus. She tilted her head and purred at him as if to ask if he was alright.
He moved over to her and touched her sleek black fur and smiled, "I'm fine. I'm just glad you are okay." He sneezed again. Hermione transformed back instantly and moved her hand up to his forehead. No fever at least.
"I'm probably just run down from the full moon," he reassured her, pulling her hand down and kissing it.
Hermione wasn't so quickly fooled; his eyes were red and puffy, and his nose looked a little red too. Maybe he was coming down with something, but she was not so sure. Her inquisitive mind just had to test something.
With little effort, she converted back into her black panther form. She started walking around Remus like she was an overlarge affectionate cat, she rubbed her body along his legs, purred and waited. As she suspected, he sneezed again.
Hermione transformed back, and she was speechless. Seriously, after all that work?
"I think I'm allergic to you," Remus said with a blush.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13385820/1/The-Feline-Beauty-and-The-Beast-s-Allergies
I Don't Get Paid Enough For This
Her first thought as she walked into the room was 'I do not get paid enough to deal with this.' Pansy had accepted employment at the Quibbler after the war. It hadn't been her first choice, but as she wanted to work within Journalism, the Quibbler was a fine choice for that. At least she got to work with her girlfriend, Luna.
Books in Disarray
Hermione stood in the ruins of the Hogwarts Library. This had been her safe place, her sanctuary. Now, it was no longer the safe place she remembered. The bookshelves were in varying stages of disarray, some had simply been pushed over, others were tilting or hanging over other shelves, but the majority lay in piles of broken, burnt wood.
Rehabilitating Lady Malfoy
Percy Weasley is chosen to spearhead the new Magical Criminal Rehabilitation Unit. Here he is chosen to rehabilitate the more high-profile criminals. When he receives Narcissa Malfoy as a rehabilitee, he thinks it will be plain sailing, how wrong could he be?
Percy cleared his throat and pulled a piece of parchment out of the file. "Well, as was mentioned in the owl that invited you here, you are no longer under house arrest. That being said, you are not entitled to live freely as of yet. You are to be placed under supervision by the Watchers when you are out in public." Percy paused, hoping to see a reaction, but there was none. "You may leave Malfoy Manor and visit others, but those activities will be reported to this Division, and we will hold regular meetings to gauge your rehabilitation process."
"Does this mean that I can now visit my son in Azkaban?" she asked, and Percy saw something that resembled life in her eyes for the first time.
"You may, but these visits will be supervised by Aurors," Percy agreed, and he swore he saw her smile, just a little bit. He wondered though why she had not asked to visit her husband. "You may also visit your husband if you want to."
The sour expression returned. "No, that won't be necessary." A sore subject, apparently, Percy thought but didn't press for more. He knew Mrs Malfoy was a proud woman and wouldn't readily disclose information.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13405228/1/Rehabilitating-Lady-Malfoy
Say Goodbye
In their seventh year at Hogwarts, Michael Corner falls in love with Padma Patil, she does not seem to realise this. Can he convince her that he means it before it is too late? Warnings – Mentions of Character Torture and Death.
He could have punched himself, or at least hexed himself. He never knew when to shut his mouth. Now Padma would never think of him in that way, he was just a coward. He sat alone for a while, thinking about the situation. He needed a way to get her to like him again. Michael needed to show her that he could be brave, to show her that he loved her.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13243145/1/Say-Goodbye
Up a tomb without a broomstick
Bill Weasley was used to excavating - he was a curse-breaker for Gringotts after all. It was his job to remove the curses from the tombs of ancient Egyptian wizards so that Gringotts could come in and remove the magical artefacts before the muggles got in there. This was not a safe job, but he had trained for it and knew what to expect, well, most of the time.
Why dancing on top of a volcano is a bad idea!
Many muggles knew the story of Pompeii that Mount Vesuvius erupted with little warning, killing most of its residents and covering the town in volcanic ash in 79AD. What they did not know however was that it was a Wizard who caused the eruption. This is his story. Warning: Catastrophe and Character death
Several days later, Zaccaria had a spell, now he just had to test it. He started small, by casting the 'dancing legs spell' on the chairs and tables in his house. "Tarantallegra," Zaccaria said, pointing his wand at his favourite stool. The stool proceeded to have a life of its own, its four legs dancing across the kitchen floor. However, things started to go pear-shaped when he cast the spell on multiple objects at the same time. Loud bangs and crashes could be heard throughout the town and a plume of smoke rose from the area where his house was.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13248253/1/Why-dancing-on-top-of-a-volcano-is-a-bad-idea